I step aside and pick up the call when I see it’s the head of security at Club Volkov. He usually only reports to me on the weekends, so my body already goes on alert.
“Boss?”
“What’s happening?”
He begins to tell me where my darling sister Nadya is and the situation at hand, and by the end of it, I’m far more than annoyed, to say the least.
“I'll be there in twenty,” I growl and hang up.
Gela gently touches my shoulder. “What is it?”
“Nadya went to one of our clubs tonight without any bodyguards and got into some sort of altercation. She’s with our head of security now.” I shake my head in disappointment.
Apparently, the fight caused tons of damage, and my daredevil of a sister was obviously in the middle of it.
“Do you want me to come with you?”
I shake my head. “No. Stay here, please. I hate to ask this of you, but would you mind keeping an eye on Leonid for me?” I run a hand through my hair in frustration and groan.
“Of all the nights for this to happen, of course it had to be tonight. God damn it, Nadya…”
“Go, go.” Gela gently shoves me in the direction of the door. “I’ve got it handled here. You take care of Nadya.”
“You sure?” I look at her again, feeling guilty as hell.
“Positive. You don’t worry about a thing here, okay? I’ve got Leonid.”
“Thank you, Gela,” I say softly, meaning every word. Her support tonight makes things far easier than she realizes. “We'll finish our talk when I get back.”
“Be careful.” She smiles and waves me goodbye.
I grab my keys and head out to my car. My hands still have Leonid's blood drying on them, and now I've got to go deal with my reckless sister, who has no idea what kind of hell we've been through tonight because she was far too busy creating her own mess to give a damn.
I drive to the club as quickly as I can. At a red light, I call Gela just to see how things are going, and she puts my mind at ease, telling me not to call back until I have Nadya.
I can hear the worry in her voice, and when we finish speaking, I still keep thinking of Gela and how she stepped up tonight by defending me to my brothers. It wasn’t something I expected from her, and not something I’ll forget anytime soon.
Just because of Gela, I realize, tonight seems to be something I can handle. I’m still wired and on edge, but just knowing she’s there makes every next step easier.
I immediately chuck the keys into the valet’s hands when I reach the club and storm inside. It’s a busy night tonight at Club Volkov, and I head straight to the VIP section where I know Nadya caused a ruckus.
I spot her immediately, sitting in a plush booth, flanked by two of our security guys. There's a cut above her eyebrow and mascara streaking down her cheeks. When she sees me, she stands like she’s ready to fight to the death.
But she can’t get herself out of this. The minute we’re out of here, I’m going to give her a piece of my goddamn mind.
“Let's go.” I slam my hand on the table and glare at her.
“Val—”
“Now, Nadya,” I scream at her over the sound of the music.
She rolls her eyes but slides out of the booth, stumbling like she’s drunk. That gets me even more annoyed. I grab her elbow to steady her, and mumble a thank you to the security guards as we leave.
Once outside, I lead her toward the car.
“Stop digging into me,” she screeches and yanks her arm away.
“Then stop getting so drunk that you can’t walk straight,” I glower at her.
